Doya: supernatural : She wasn't subtle

Oya and Dean

Of all the things Oya wasn't, Subtle and passive weren't exactly the words chosen to describe her. She was the opposite of subtle. Maybe it had to do with her not really being able to hold a poker face in front of people she cared about, or maybe it had to do with the fact she knew what she wanted and asked/fought for it. Oya was quite simple in her desires and she expressed them as loudly and clearly as possible. It wasn't limited to Dean, to wanting to work cases with him or wanting to have sex with him or just wanting him to hold her at night so she didn't have nightmares. It wasn't limited to her love for hunting and the thrill she got from it or her desire not to think too much about how she truly felt for the brothers. Oya knew what she wanted and made it clear to her entourage what she had in mind, even if that was gross or ridiculous. Dean enjoyed that about her, that she was vocal about her desires and pleasure, that she expressed herself. He encouraged her to keep this trait, especially when she was trying to be « subtle » -which always failed, to his amusement-

Passive couldn't describe Oya as well. She was bossy if anything. She took charge. Oya had this need to control everything in her intimacy. She lost control of her life, of her body and by extension failed to save her former family. So she had to be in control to fix this. For many, this would be a dealbreaker and it had been with a few one-night stands who couldn't handle her dominating nature under the sheets. Dean, however, took it rather well. He never was thrown off by her need to be in control. She'd tell him what she wanted, how she wanted it and when she wanted it and for once, Dean would let someone else lead the way. He was always in control when it came to hunting monsters and saving the world. He always led and took charge when nobody would step up. He had his head filled with dread and a strong and acute sense of duty but giving into her and let Oya decide for both of them was something he enjoyed. She sometimes mused about the two of them and how uncanny yet natural it was to be in the same bed as him. She hummed happily, allowing her nose to rub against his chest while her hands mind-absently stroked his shoulder as he was sleeping. She was happy....and while she refused to think too much about her relationship with Dean, she did feel happy and content...